The minstrels played their Christmas tune.
To-night beneath my cottage-eaves;
While, smitten by a lofty moon,
The encircling laurels, thick with leaves,
Gave back a rich and dazzling sheen,
That overpowered their natural green.
Through hill and valley every breeze
Had sunk to rest with folded wings:
Keen was the air, but could not freeze,
Nor check, the music of the strings;
So stout and hardy were the band.
That scraped the chords with strenuous hand.
And who but listened?-till was paid.
Respect to every inmate's claim,
The greeting given, the music played.
In honour of each household name,
Duly pronounced with lusty call,
We won't have a Christmas this year, you say.
For now the children have all gone away;
And the house is so lonely, so quiet and so bare.
We couldn't have a Christmas that they didn't share.
We won't have a Christmas this year, you sigh,
For Christmas means things that money must buy.
Misfortunes and illness have robbed us we fear.
Of the things that we'd need to make Christmas this year.
We won't have a Christmas this year you weep,
For a loved one is gone, and our grief is too deep;
It will be a long time before our hearts heal,
And the spirit of Christmas again we can feel.
But if you lose Christmas when troubles befall,
You never have really had Christmas at all.
For once you have had it, it cannot depart.
When you learn that true Christmas is Christ in your heart.
Evergreen boughs that fill our homes.
With fragrant Christmas scents,
Hearts filled with the loving glow.
That Christmas represents;
Christmas cookies, turkeys stuffed,
Festive holly berry,
Little faces bright with joy,
Loved ones being merry;
Parties, songs, beribboned gifts,
Silver bells that tinkle,
Christmas trees and ornaments,
Colorful lights that twinkle;
Relatives waiting with open arms.
To smile and hug and kiss us;
These are some of the special joys.
That come along with Christmas.
The Christmas season fills our hearts with joy;
Bright, happy days bring special kinds of pleasure.
We're wrapped in the excitement of it all,
The sights, the sounds, the smells, the tastes we treasure.
Yet when we have some quiet time to think.
About our finest blessings all year through,
We focus on our family and our friends,
And appreciate the gift of knowing you!
Is Christmas dying?
Holly that hang from the door is disappearing,
Lights don't shine so bright.
Christmas goodwill and spirit is hard to be found,
Feeling I've found my scrooge.
Is it now that I've grown I see a different picture,
Not so tinted in green and gifts.
Santa filling my stocking,
Everything such a dream through a child eyes.
Nativity plays being played at school,
The birth of Christ instilled into our lives.
Life is changing with so many different cultures and beliefs.
Will the true meaning be lost?
When we have people digging a hole with their wallets.
Christmas is not about the biggest present,
Or how much money you've spent.
Christmas for me is about love,
Giving it through goodwill, with a smile or just being there.
People may lose faith in religion,
Never lose faith in Christmas,
Christmas is love!
That red truck,
coming down the mountain,
with our tree?Davey's eyes light up;
joy flutters accross his face like a dove in flight;
excitement dances around his legs as they convey him.
to window, back to Mother's lap, to door-searching, yearning.
belief tugging his toes. It won't be long now. I know. He looks into her.
quiet face, beaming. Listen…listen, someone's coming up the drive. Maybe it'sFather.
Could it be father?“Yes! Yes!” he cries. He races to the door and yanks it wide.
The girl of my dream,
Have blue sparkling eyes.
When I look into em,
I feel like I'm drowning inside,
Her fair skins are smooth like milk,
When she soothes lotions all over em,
It tingles me inside.
Her hairs are soft as silk,
When I brush my hands through them.
I recognize the fragrance of a Love Spell.
A spell so strong, a love so quick,
A heart was taken, a gift was sent,
An angel from heaven came down to me,
On the first day of December,
Filling my Christmas with love and joy.
Her every movement so elegant,
Her every blush so heartening,
Her smiles, her smirks,
Like lava of a volcano,
Melts me down so thoroughly from the inside.
Her voice resounds through my body.
Like a lullaby, she sings me to sleep.
The girl of my dream.
Samantha Sue Coop Escudero.
You are so beautiful .
Everytime, when I close my eyes I can't see the light of heaven.
Though, I can't deny there's God who have created this earth…
Day by day, month by month…
I'm very interested 'bout the light of heaven…
But, there's no one can tell me 'bout that.
Till the eve came…
The shadow of the Christmas was rise.
I saw in my dream a Baby, who was born to the earth to show the light of heaven…
A Baby that have a pure smile, and the light of heaven surround Him…
He was born to show us and let us know what the love is it…
He loves me and u… I'll let them know You died for me.
And I have a merry little Christmas with luv…
The luv that never die… Always in my heart…
Now, I want to praise You, Lord…
Coz, U're d one in my heart that no one can take your place…
Merry Christmas with love…
I have looked at Christmas: holly red.
Secret Santa: rich pudding-fed:
Standing with my eyes shut, on tip toe.
I've stood hopefully under mistletoe.
Now, like scrooge, I look at the season new.
I smile less and party with few.
And all the words of love now lie.
Mock silently, ruffle and die.
I have looked at Christmas from both sides now.
From happy and sad and still somehow.
It's not the season that I see.
It's my own candied fantasy.
But for you I wish the happy red show,
Stockings filled with family galore;
Soul food cooked in kitchens known.
And sleep that is sound in a bed at home.
Because the spirit is not in wishing for ones self you see,
And the dreams and the hopes are for your fantasy.
So I wish you this Christmas old love anew.
And silent wishes that will do come true.
Snowfall on this Christmas sight
Love all around
As we sing our Christmas cheer
Sit around the tree
Hands held high
As the wind whispers a gentle Christmas sigh
Gentle twinkling scattered about it's branches
Snow gently falls
We lift our faces to the sky
Faces shine in a rosy glow
Around and around we go
Spinning twirling swirling in the snow
The world is at peace tonight
As love glows in a romantic's eye
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Let your heart be light
Forget all the world
Be at peace tonight
Let the warmth of the time fill you
Snow fall covers all
Have a happy Christmas all